I was fortunate to be invited to the Monty Python gang’s christmas party (1992) and the autographed paper plate was the perfect Christmas present for my mother, who has always adored Michael Palin. The only problem was that by the time it reached my mum the autograph was smudged beyond recognition and the paper plate was bent and stained with cheap red wine. But hey ho, she still has it framed on the wall 🙂

A hummingbird?? Not Roald Dahl or James Bond or Arthur Dent?
And I’m so with you on the super power choice, Rob. Although I’d like to add Memory Woman to that, as too much of what I read leaks out of my head in big bursts with any sharp movement of turning it left or right, and generally has a slow trickle coming out of my ears nearly all the time.
Lastly, I’m so glad you have a blog. 😉

I get where you’re coming from, but Roald Dahl had dreadful back problems. No thanks! James Bond? Maybe. Arthur Dent? No, I never liked his dreary bath robe. But if I were to rethink the hummingbird, maybe Doctor Who could be a plausible alternative? And then the question arises – which incarnation of the good Doctor? That’s an easy one – Tom Baker, without a doubt

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I’m pleased to reblog for the first time. Meet the gracious Robin Gott, a Brit in chilly Sweden, fellow therapist, and artist of wit and whimsy. Happy New Year to all! —Jadi